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Broken Record

Poor Little Chic! After an entire year of being well and making it to school every single day. She is home with a sore throat of three days and a fever. This would have been the first year for her to have perfect attendance and she is very disappointed at the prospect of missing out on the Perfect Attendance Prize at the end of the school year. I assured her it was not likely to be a $25 gift certificate to Toys R Us or anything, so I'm confident she'll survive the loss.

Her sore throat started as a nagging irritation but has progressed to being really painful and with the fever today, so Mean Mom overruled the nine-year-old's judgment and kept her home. We briefly considered the option of sending her to school for attendance and then me picking her up to go to the doctor's but with the fever, Mom-mode kicked in and squashed that plan. She didn't really feel like it anyway.

The disappointment is tempered with the fact that she has gotten a quarterly certificate for perfect attendance so at least that's something. I never was a big one for striving for perfect attendance, as I liked my occasional "mental health days" when I was a kid. But contests and Little Chic seem to be a match made in heaven - no matter what the competition.

ADDENDUM: Poor Little Chic has a full-blown case of strep!

Comments

Unknown said…
I'm so sorry to hear Little Chic's not feeling well. I love how you phrased 'Mom-mode' and think you did the right thing. She is somethin' else that Little Chic.

I'm with you when it came to the occasional 'mental health' days. I missed quite a few days of school each year 'just because'...
Mary Ellen said…
That's a bummer to get that far and then get sick, but I would have done the same thing. No sense of her getting worse plus spreading it around - other parents would thank you. I hope she feels better soon!
Rochelle said…
Feel better Little Chic!!! and don't worry...there are other contests to WIN in your future!
Melanie said…
Poor Little Chic! I sure hope she is feeling better!

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